| O worship the King, all glorious above
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| O gratefully sing His wonderful love
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| Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days
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| Pavilioned in splender, and girded with praise
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| O tell of His might, O sing of His grace
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| Whose robe is the light and canopy space
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| His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form
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| And dark is His path on the wings of the storm
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| O measureless might, ineffable love
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| While angels delight to worship above
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| Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end
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| Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend
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| Chorus:
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| You alone are the matchles King
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| To You alone be all majesty
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| Your glories and wonders, what tongue can recite?
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| You breathe in the air, You shine in the light |